Silver jumped into the cave, but suddenly he hesitated, not daring to approach her.
Is she... alright, or not?
After only a moment's hesitation, he rushed towards the girl.
There was a wound the size of a bowl on her head, and he felt as if the blood in his own body was freezing over; even he didn't realize that he was trembling at this moment.
Slowly, shakily, he reached out his hand to check her breath and finally sighed in relief.
Lifting her by the waist, he carried her out of the cave and used his sleeve to wipe away the blood flowing from her wound, but the more he wiped, the more blood there seemed to be.
And the color of the blood was bizarre—it was purple-black!
The volume of this purple-black blood was small, but it peculiarly emitted a sweet fragrance similar to berries.
